still basking in the magnificence of keith ablow's masterpiece.
utter genius.
"he was really no more than a plagiarist of the inventions born inside him".


i'm depleting my book reserves pretty quickly of late.
i dont know if i'm gonna miss this when i get to university.
i'll probably be reading a different genre of books instead.
"how to get inside a mind of a criminal".
then again, no book title will be this outright.


and now i know.
how it feels to go to work solely on the motivation.
that a monetary reward awaits you at the end of the month.
nothing more.
not very enticing to enter something you arent hardwired for.


i never really did like the word "brag".


when we've been there ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun
we've no less days to sing God's praise
then when we first begun.

perfection at 6:20 PM